I'm going to stop being emo now, but thanks for the support <3
An amusing story so that we all are assured that I'm not overdosing on this emo!Nessa stage.
My mum, sister, and I were sitting in the living room watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition last night when suddenly something came into the room and started flying over our heads. The three of us screamed like the little girls we are, and ducked. I'm going to blame it on an instinctive reaction. *g* We watched it fly up the stairs, and went to go get Dad from the back room. (Not because he is a manly man, but because he is a conservation officer and therefore regularly deals with wildlife! Really!)
D: Well, what was it?
V: Well, it was either a bat or the biggest moth I've ever seen in my life.
D: Ooookk....
He grabbed gloves, a sheet, and a towel and headed upstairs. Then the fun part- the bat had apparated!
D: Are you suuuuuuure you saw a bat?
V: Hey Alicia! We had a group hallucination!
A: I SAW A BAT AND IT BETTER NOT BE IN MY ROOM!
Then we heard a lot of banging around and screaming.
V: *yelling up the stairs* You found it!
A: Who's room?!
M: *coming downstairs, stifling a giggle* Erm, yours.
A: *fumes*
We moved everything around the living room so that Dad would have a clear path to the door when he came downstairs. Then we heard a lot of stomping around upstairs, at which point I hypothesized that Dad was dancing with the bat, rather than actually chasing it. Mum ran upstairs again to try and be helpful, at which point we heard a lot more screaming than actual helpfulness. Alicia and I stayed on the doorwatch, and decided to name the bat "Burton." Alicia said it was after Haliburton, but I said naming a bat Burton was rather fitting for Tim Burton as well.
While we were having this jolly conversation and watching a 'Desperate Housewives' re-run, Burton decided to pay us a visit in the livingroom again, even though- last we knew- he'd been behind a closed door in Alicia's room while the folks chased him around.
A & V: HE'S DOWN HERE!
D & M: HE SLIPPED UNDER THE DOOR! WHERE IS HE?!
V: The bathroom!
M: CLOSE THE DOOR TO THE BASEMENT!
D: CLOSE THE DOOR TO THE BATHROOM!
D & M: HURRY!
We ran around closing doors and stuffing things under doorframes, now that we knew that Burton was quite a slippery little devil. After a lot more banging around in the bathroom, Dad declared "I'm coming out!" We opened all the doors to give him a clear path to the deck, where he opened the sheet and out flew Burton into the night.
D: *a bit breathless* I would've liked to know what you guys would've done if he'd appeared *last* night.
V: We would've left you a note when we went to work that said "Oh, there's a bat upstairs. His name is Burton. He's our new pet!"
D: *rolls eyes*
My mum, sister, and I were sitting in the living room watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition last night when suddenly something came into the room and started flying over our heads. The three of us screamed like the little girls we are, and ducked. I'm going to blame it on an instinctive reaction. *g* We watched it fly up the stairs, and went to go get Dad from the back room. (Not because he is a manly man, but because he is a conservation officer and therefore regularly deals with wildlife! Really!)
D: Well, what was it?
V: Well, it was either a bat or the biggest moth I've ever seen in my life.
D: Ooookk....
He grabbed gloves, a sheet, and a towel and headed upstairs. Then the fun part- the bat had apparated!
D: Are you suuuuuuure you saw a bat?
V: Hey Alicia! We had a group hallucination!
A: I SAW A BAT AND IT BETTER NOT BE IN MY ROOM!
Then we heard a lot of banging around and screaming.
V: *yelling up the stairs* You found it!
A: Who's room?!
M: *coming downstairs, stifling a giggle* Erm, yours.
A: *fumes*
We moved everything around the living room so that Dad would have a clear path to the door when he came downstairs. Then we heard a lot of stomping around upstairs, at which point I hypothesized that Dad was dancing with the bat, rather than actually chasing it. Mum ran upstairs again to try and be helpful, at which point we heard a lot more screaming than actual helpfulness. Alicia and I stayed on the doorwatch, and decided to name the bat "Burton." Alicia said it was after Haliburton, but I said naming a bat Burton was rather fitting for Tim Burton as well.
While we were having this jolly conversation and watching a 'Desperate Housewives' re-run, Burton decided to pay us a visit in the livingroom again, even though- last we knew- he'd been behind a closed door in Alicia's room while the folks chased him around.
A & V: HE'S DOWN HERE!
D & M: HE SLIPPED UNDER THE DOOR! WHERE IS HE?!
V: The bathroom!
M: CLOSE THE DOOR TO THE BASEMENT!
D: CLOSE THE DOOR TO THE BATHROOM!
D & M: HURRY!
We ran around closing doors and stuffing things under doorframes, now that we knew that Burton was quite a slippery little devil. After a lot more banging around in the bathroom, Dad declared "I'm coming out!" We opened all the doors to give him a clear path to the deck, where he opened the sheet and out flew Burton into the night.
D: *a bit breathless* I would've liked to know what you guys would've done if he'd appeared *last* night.
V: We would've left you a note when we went to work that said "Oh, there's a bat upstairs. His name is Burton. He's our new pet!"
D: *rolls eyes*